the next time an overtly sleazy guy prepositions me at work, i think i'm gonna just tell him that i have chlamydia.
maybe then, i won't have to put up with stuff like the following:
i was the only person on a register at the lumber department and this guy swaggers over to me - middle aged, wearing a wife-beater, tattoos ... basically, a 40 year-old wanksta. he's only buying some candy, so i start ringing that up, he looks at my name written on my apron.
wanksta - Soo, Laura... what're you up to?
me - just working for a few more hours
wanksta - so what're we gonna do when you get out of work?
me - we'll I'M going to the gym and then I'M going home
wanksta - you can skip the gym for one night. let's go out.
me - nope, need to go to the gym
wanksta - we can get some exercise...
me - no.
he leaves, i ring up other customers, then he comes back with this cart full of stuff - copper pipes, drywall, etc. and just goes right past me towards the door
me - hey, you're gotta pay for that.
wanksta - already did. another guy's coming with my receipt.
me - well, you're gotta stay here until i see a receipt.
wanksta - i think you just stopped me to get my phone number.
me - no, i stopped you because you're about to leave my store with a shitload of stuff you can't prove you paid for.
he tells me he paid for his stuff at a nearby desk where guys handle special orders, will-call, etc. i go over to the guy at that desk and the wanksta follows me
me (to the guy at the desk) - did you ring him up?
guy - ... you rang him up earlier (he was being an asshole. the guys at that desk are usually assholes to the cashiers)
me - seriously, did they pay for that stuff?
guy - yeah, they're fine
then some other douche walks up and stands next to the wanksta and has an armload of stuff.
me (to other guy) - are you guys together?
douche (suggestively) - well... we can all be together.
me - leave. just get the hell out.
so yeah, from now on, i'm just cockblocking their bullshit by saying i have chlamydia.
maybe then, i won't have to put up with stuff like the following:
i was the only person on a register at the lumber department and this guy swaggers over to me - middle aged, wearing a wife-beater, tattoos ... basically, a 40 year-old wanksta. he's only buying some candy, so i start ringing that up, he looks at my name written on my apron.
wanksta - Soo, Laura... what're you up to?
me - just working for a few more hours
wanksta - so what're we gonna do when you get out of work?
me - we'll I'M going to the gym and then I'M going home
wanksta - you can skip the gym for one night. let's go out.
me - nope, need to go to the gym
wanksta - we can get some exercise...
me - no.
he leaves, i ring up other customers, then he comes back with this cart full of stuff - copper pipes, drywall, etc. and just goes right past me towards the door
me - hey, you're gotta pay for that.
wanksta - already did. another guy's coming with my receipt.
me - well, you're gotta stay here until i see a receipt.
wanksta - i think you just stopped me to get my phone number.
me - no, i stopped you because you're about to leave my store with a shitload of stuff you can't prove you paid for.
he tells me he paid for his stuff at a nearby desk where guys handle special orders, will-call, etc. i go over to the guy at that desk and the wanksta follows me
me (to the guy at the desk) - did you ring him up?
guy - ... you rang him up earlier (he was being an asshole. the guys at that desk are usually assholes to the cashiers)
me - seriously, did they pay for that stuff?
guy - yeah, they're fine
then some other douche walks up and stands next to the wanksta and has an armload of stuff.
me (to other guy) - are you guys together?
douche (suggestively) - well... we can all be together.
me - leave. just get the hell out.
so yeah, from now on, i'm just cockblocking their bullshit by saying i have chlamydia.